The Godsverse Chronicles

The ground was black obsidian from the lava that had flowed over it for eons. A cauldron of orange lava steamed up from the ground.

The sound of Billy Joel played through the house when I entered.

The hardest part of a prisoner transfer was that you had to trust the other party to behave themselves.

Forty-five minutes was not a lot of time, but I could do a lot of damage with it given the proper motivation, and I was intensely motivated.

If there was one thing I could not abide, it was dishonesty.

Cars passed quickly on the street behind us, and the light from their headlights illuminated the dark restaurant, where a funny-looking parrot stood prepping for the next day.

It was the third apothecary shop I’d been to in a row that refused to work with me. Whoever was trying to kill me was foreboding enough to put the fear of the gods into some of the most powerful monst

Disarming an armed assailant in a crowded building was a dicey move, especially one as unhinged as my ex.

When I was eighteen, I left home to make a name for myself.

The portal led us into an alley between the 46th police precinct and a sandwich shop. It always smelled of fresh-baked bread and roast beef around there, which was a big improvement.

Even at my best, I wasn’t confident that I could dodge a rocket launcher and a Gatling gun at the same time.

Phil was nothing if not thorough, and while I didn’t know Kimberly, she seemed equally intense in an off-putting, punchable way.

I hated the suburbs, especially in Los Angeles. At least in most cities, suburbs were outside the city.

When I was younger, I wanted to be a dancer. I spent nearly every afternoon taking classes until my feet bled and my muscles ached. When I wasn’t in class, I was teaching them or helping somebody teac

Blezor chased after me in his monster truck while two other cars that didn’t care a lick about the rules of the road fired guns at my trunk.

The docks in San Pedro had one thing going for them—it was easy to keep everything in front of you and avoid being ambushed from behind if you planned it right.

Orcs smelled like moldy cheese. Even if I couldn’t see under their thinly-veiled illusion charms to their true faces, I would be able to smell them from across a room because they reeked of cheese.

She held my hand the whole way to the car, gripping it so tightly, she must have feared letting go and having me run off again. She had nothing to worry about, though.

I followed the wall around the palace until I came to the front entrance. An evil-eyed woman came out from behind the gate.

Alexi didn’t fly me all the way to Cairo, but together we made it to Turkey, where I forced Ollie to wire him another ten thousand dollars for the ride.

In that second of hesitation, I pulled the drawer I had been looking through fully out of the cabinet and slammed it across his face, sending him flying into another one and smashing to the ground.

The drive from Berlin to Moscow was a little bit shorter than traveling from Los Angeles to Oklahoma City and twice as boring, which was saying something.

Getting through the Iron Curtain wasn’t easy, even for somebody who knew Russian and could shapeshift into any form they wanted.

Demons were notoriously hard to corner alone, as they were both incredibly strong and infinitely cagey. The most powerful demons in Hell stayed that way through conniving, back-stabbing, and deception